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wankerwatch · 2 months ago

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Commons Vote

On: Passenger Railway Services Bill (Public Ownership) Bill: Committee: Amendment 14

Ayes: 111 (95.5% Con, 4.5% DUP) Noes: 362 (97.0% Lab, 2.5% Ind, 0.6% SDLP) Absent: ~177

Day's business papers: 2024-9-3

Likely Referenced Bill: Passenger Railway Services (Public Ownership) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision for passenger railway services to be provided by public sector companies instead of by means of franchises.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 3rd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (106 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Murrison Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Karen Bradley Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Mark Francois Mark Garnier Mark Pritchard Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Priti Patel Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Tom Tugendhat Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Noes

Labour (351 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alex Sobel Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison McGovern Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andrew Western Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anna Turley Anneliese Dodds Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Carolyn Harris Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chi Onwurah Chris Bloore Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Evans Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Betts Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Connor Rand Damien Egan Dan Aldridge Dan Carden Dan Jarvis Dan Norris Dan Tomlinson Daniel Francis Danny Beales Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor Dawn Butler Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Ellie Reeves Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emily Thornberry Emma Foody Emma Lewell-Buck Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Gareth Snell Gareth Thomas Gen Kitchen Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graeme Downie Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Ian Lavery Ian Murray Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Asser James Frith James Naish Janet Daby Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jen Craft Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jess Phillips Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Healey John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jon Trickett Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Justin Madders Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Keir Mather Kerry McCarthy Kevin Bonavia Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Lauren Sullivan Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Byrne Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Kendall Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Louise Haigh Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Margaret Mullane Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin Rhodes Mary Glindon Mary Kelly Foy Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Miatta Fahnbulleh Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Scrogham Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Kyle Peter Lamb Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Polly Billington Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Richard Baker Richard Quigley Rosie Duffield

Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Dixon Samantha Niblett Sarah Champion Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Jones Sarah Owen Sarah Sackman Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Lightwood Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Kinnock Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Collins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torcuil Crichton Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Warinder Juss Wes Streeting Will Stone Yasmin Qureshi Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Independent (9 votes)

Apsana Begum Ayoub Khan Imran Hussain Jeremy Corbyn John McDonnell Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Shockat Adam Zarah Sultana

Social Democratic & Labour Party (2 votes)

Claire Hanna Colum Eastwood

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kaidynsarell · 8 months ago

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🦋🫧Sanguinis et Omnium Fractorum🫧🦋

Chapter 3-Of Cracks and Fine Lies

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Pairing- Sebastian Sallow x Female OC

Rating - This story is rated overall 🔞(ch 3 is SFW)

Tags- Discussions of terminal Illness, self-harm.

The full chapter can be found below the cut(3.5k words

Ongoing Fic

Chapters 1-6 Are available on WP and AO3

The walls of the Great Hall did not find Clara amongst the throng of students that breakfasted the following morning. Nor was she found amongst those whose aching heads still lingered beneath the bedclothes to coax every morsel of sleep from ticking hands. Instead, the soles of her overly scuffed boots clipped hurried footsteps toward the Hospital Wing. Echoing noisily against the flagstones in the near-deserted corridors, to be witnessed only by the numerous moving portraits and the occasional ghost.

The nightmare was not new, nor were the headaches that accompanied them. Though they'd both worsened in recent years.

It was a parasite that had clung to the edges of her consciousness as long as memory had lived within her mind. Always the same confused mass of distorted images lingering in the dark corners of her dreams, only to show its face when she was least prepared.

Each time left her just as terrified as the last, and each time left her just as confused.

Between that and the wash of scarlet-stained memories from Fifth year, a carefully regulated regimen of Dreamless Sleep Draughts via Nurse Blainey had become her only solace from an otherwise steady flow of nightmares.

Even so, the potion was not readily available.

Difficult to brew and disastrous to get wrong, the potion required ingredients that were not only highly regulated but also incredibly expensive, and a severe lack of galleons did not lend to obtaining the precious vials of swirling indigo and cerulean.

She'd been forced to forego the potions during the summer holidays, resigned to what sleep she could achieve with her Grandmother's chamomile tea and fresh bundles of lavender. It wasn't much, but if Clara couldn't find love tucked between the careful stitches in her clothing, she would find it curled within the steam and brushed across the hand-painted peonies that decorated the delicate porcelain in shades of the palest pink.

The tea had never helped the nightmares much, but she'd told Gran it did, if only because it had made the older woman smile. Maybe if Clara had said it enough, she could have convinced herself of it as well.

She'd lied every night until the last cup of tea Gran had made her, just weeks before the start of term. The delicate pink peonies had shattered in shards of glass across the kitchen floor before Beatrice Elmore fell to the ground, and only the swirls of wood grain had tasted the chamomile that dripped from the fragments.

There was no enemy- no goblin or Dark Wizard from whom she could exact revenge- just an old woman's heart counting the last of its beats. Clara couldn't destroy time or old age, and as she'd learned with Professor Fig, no spell could reverse death.

Clara didn't drink tea anymore.

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Frosted glass muted the shafts of early morning sunlight, breaking through the windows to wash over the soft green and blue linens and kiss the wooden arches of the peaked ceiling.

The flagstones were chipped here, spiderwebbed with cracks, and crumbled along the corners. It was odd to have floors in such disrepair. Clara might have suspected they belonged to the dungeons or a secret passage.

She would not have expected the Hospital Wing.

Then again, no one visited this room because they were completely whole. They were all a little cracked and crumbling.

Perhaps the castle could sense it.

Nurse Blainey was not in the room.

Instead, a young woman perched on the edge of the bed closest to the nurse's office—where Clara could make out the faint murmur of voices from behind the closed door. Gentle hints of auburn ignited in the soft light and curled amid the darker waves of cinnamon brown that framed the woman's thin face, and Clara could just make out the light sprinkling of freckles that had never counted as many as her brother's.

Confusion poked at the place she kept her worry, and only the stabbing pain behind her eyes distracted her from the rush of cold weightlessness that accompanied the uneven slamming against her ribs. All thoughts of Dreamless Sleep Draught momentarily banished to the corners of her consciousness.

Anne shouldn’t be here

The brunette had all but refused to go to a hospital since before the end of Fifth year- since the Healers had given up on her, and hope had burned to destruction in Sebastian's hands. Ominis had nearly been on his knees before she had allowed him to hire a Home Care Mediwitch who could check in each week to monitor her condition and replenish the stock of potions that fought and often failed to mitigate her symptoms fully.

If Anne had come to Nurse Blainey willingly... if she'd felt she needed to come... Clara frowned and stepped over the cracked stone, trying and failing to resist the implications surging ahead at breakneck speed to threaten her overwhelm.

The brunette's head tilted slightly at her appearance, eyebrows squished at the center. "I didn't think I'd see you until tom...tomorrow."

The words wobbled at the precipice, close to falling. The little smile Anne had worn clenched at the corners, twisted to a grimace, and Clara didn't miss the slight flexion of her spine or the near-unconscious guarding of her abdomen. "Anne, is everything...has something happened? Do I need to get Ominis?"

"No....no, I'm fine. Everything's fine."

Fine.

Fine was a relative term.

Fine ignored the half-dug grave that clawed at her bones and waited to drag her under the dirt to lay alongside her parents. Fine ignored the skull that could be seen beneath paper-thin skin and the plum-dark bruises maintaining a permanent residence under her eyes. Fine ignored the curse barnacled to her cells, leeching what little life remained in her blood.

Fine was the lie Clara told herself over and over in the hope she might one day believe it.

Almost as quickly as it had started, Anne's grimace softened, tipped up, and curled at the corners. Her smile was nearly a perfect mirror of Sebastian's, in how it crinkled over her entire face, but more so in how it masked the pain that lingered beneath the surface.

Anne shifted her weight on the mattress. "I...I've been in contact with a Healer from St Mungo's, actually."

The words hardly had time to register coherently in Clara's mind before the click of a lock, and the scraping of wood over stone interrupted the flicker of her surprise, and Nurse Blainey's office door was pushed open.

Clara didn't recognize the man who stepped from within.

Tall and thin, he had hair the color of cornsilk and a haughty expression that might have rivaled the worst of Ominis' ill-tempered moods. Polished shoes clipped purposeful steps over the cracked floor with the precision of a metronome. Though the effect was somewhat lost in the slight sway of his hips. His gaze hovered over Clara for half a beat; the little flare of his nostrils and tightening of his lips were the only acknowledgments he'd seen her before his cold gray eyes shifted down to the clipboard and pad of documents extracted from inside a pristine leather satchel.

If the brunette had noticed his overly stiff posture, she gave no indication, tilting her head to the man who now stood only a few paces from them. "This is Healer Fawley. He's from a branch of St. Mungo's Spell Damage Department��Experimental Research and Development. We've been in contact recently, and ...well..." She trailed off and gestured vaguely for the man to continue.

Healer Fawley did not look as he spoke, his voice as clipped and sharp as his footsteps. "Our department studies the nature and progression of rare and unseen afflictions. Given the nature, and frankly the rarity of Miss Sallow's curse-"

Rarity.

It was another word that ignored the truth of Anne's condition. The curse was unheard of by any of the Healers assigned to her case and nowhere to be found in the nearly two years Sebastian had spent pouring indefatigably over every text he could pilfer from the restricted section.

"-We reached out some weeks ago in the hopes she might allow us to study it further, utilizing some methods we are in the early process of developing."

Study it? Clara blinked between the Healer, still pointedly fixed on his notes, and the brunette still perched on the edge of the bed. "Do you... do you mean to say you might...that you could find...?"

The word felt taboo against her tongue, and it died behind her teeth, but hope tasted like honey and lingered where the words could not be spoken.

Anne's lips turned down. "A cure isn't likely."

"Oh." Hope was fickle. Too sweet, and bitter dripped down to smother it. She should have known better, and crescents dug scarlet against her skin.

Distraction.

Healer Fawley's gaze snapped abruptly to Clara at the motion. Cold grey to her blue and flicked down to where her fingernails dug against the fragile skin at her wrist. Brows twitched together. It was gone as quickly as it had come, and his gaze returned to the clipboard as he spoke. "I am sorry I cannot assure a better outcome, but I will not make false promises."

Anne shivered despite the late summer heat but appeared otherwise unperturbed. Terminal had become a far too familiar concept. If not by way of the Healers, who'd failed to find a solution, then by way of Solomon, who had rejected all attempts to the contrary and repeatedly insisted on acceptance of the inevitable.

"We are hopeful, however, that it may offer some insight into other lesser-known curses and afflictions that still puzzle wizardkind. Though, if we make any progress or find anything promising that may aid Miss Sallow's condition, she will be the first to know."

Anne shrugged, a slight movement barely noticeable beneath her thick sweater and woolen scarf. "Provided they keep the tests minimally invasive and continue to meet me here rather than at St. Mungos, I've agreed to help."

Clara frowned. Leave it to Anne to refuse to enter a hospital when it came to saving her own life, only to leap at the opportunity as soon as it meant she might help someone else by doing so. Salazar Slytherin would be rolling in his grave. Though she supposed that was Anne. The brunette favored pity even less than Clara did. She'd had more years for it to sour. But this? What Fawley was asking for didn't smell like pity. Anne wasn't being worried and fussed over. The Healers weren't even focused on saving her; if anything, she was helping them.

"Elias?" Nurse Blainey was a small woman, barely taller than Clara, but years of looking after the health of rambunctious students had given her a presence that was hard to ignore. She bustled from her office; a thick folder clutched between her fingers. "Are you sure these are all the documents you'll need on Miss Sallow?"

Fawley took the folder without looking and nodded once- a short, curt motion. "Yes, Thank You, Noreen."

The nurse frowned. "I'm afraid they are somewhat out of date; perhaps you shou-"

"No." Fawley must have reviewed his notes at least a dozen times since leaving the nurse's office, but his eyes were locked, once again, on the document even as his hand snapped up to bat the question away.

Nurse Blainey raised her eyebrows, arms folded across her chest. The irritation spread so thickly over her features that Clara might have run a finger through it and licked away the frosting. "Very well. Do you require further assistance, Healer Fawley?"

Clara did not miss the shift in the nurse's tone, nor did Fawley, whose jaw had tensed slightly the curt addition of the title.

The man swallowed, glanced at the clock beside the door, and then at the petite woman. "These tests will be adequate for now. Thank you, Nurse Blainey. I would, however, like to gather a few vials of Miss Sallow's blood. If you'd be so kind as to collect those for me, I would greatly appreciate it. My skills in that area have grown somewhat lax in recent years."

Nurse Blainey huffed through her nose but otherwise did not respond. Instead, she glanced at Anne, who nodded her consent and pushed her sleeve up.

As though to mirror the cracks below their boots, the stark blue of Anne's veins traced spiderwebs under translucent skin. The thin woman didn't finch as the nurse made a small cut just below the junction of her elbow and siphoned the stream garnet into two glass vials.

Clara watched as Healer Fawley carefully secured the vials in an inner pouch of his satchel and fell into a brief discussion with the Hogwarts nurse.

"I will be seeing you tomorrow, won't I?" Something bumped Clara's shoulder, snapping her attention from where the vial of Anne's blood had disappeared into the Healer's bag.

"What?"

The brunette had stood from the bed and arched an eyebrow at the slightly shorter woman. "Tomorrow? It's Saturday. You're both still coming for dinner, aren't you?"

Understanding flooded spaces left by her confusion, and Clara nodded her agreement before her attention was again drawn to Healer Fawley. His face had taken on an air of bored disinterest, and his eyes darted in a steady triangle- from his notes to Nurse Blainey and up to the clock with near-dizzying repetition.

Anne chuckled softly and slid a thin arm through Clara's. She smelled sweet, like caramel, vanilla, and the dustings of baker's sugar that often adorned her freckles or the spaces between her knuckles. "The thing is-" she continued, head bent to Clara's ear "-I've not told Omi about this yet."

It was Clara's turn to raise her eyebrows.

Anne grimaced and looked down. "I didn't want to worry him. You know how he can get."

Any further discussion on the matter was interrupted as Healer Fawley abruptly tore himself away from Nurse Blainey's conversation. "Again, Thank You, Noreen. Miss Sallow, I will contact you shortly with plans for our next meeting."

Then Clara watched as the tall man turned on his heel and strode from the Hospital Wing. The sharp, methodical clip of his footsteps faltered only once when the toe of his polished boot caught the crumpled edge of a flagstone. He stumbled for a moment and disappeared down the hallway.

Nurse Blainey sighed and turned to the other two witches. "Miss Elmore, I'll see you in my office now, and Miss Sallow, you are welcome to use my fireplace to get back home if you'd rather not traverse the grounds to the apparition boundaries. I imagine you'd be quite exhausted walking that far."

Anne nodded, and they followed the petite woman

Her office existed in shades of chestnut and bronze. Bookshelves filled with charts, well-worn medical texts, and various anatomical models that moved and stretched as though to mirror living counterparts lined one wall. Locked cabinets filled with brightly colored potions- Wiggenwelds, Skele-gro, Pepper up, and several others were crammed against one another. And still, another wall was hung with certificates of licensure featuring the crossed wand and bone of St. Mungo's and additional anatomical drawings and diagrams. What books were not on the shelves had found themselves on the large mahogany desk at the center of the room and rested amongst stacks of student files that had not yet received proper documentation of recent visits.

With a little huff, the nurse settled behind her desk and pulled one of the unfinished files toward her.

Anne stepped to the fireplace and gathered a small handful of Floo powder from the pewter bowl in the bracket affixed to the wall. "Thank you again, Nurse Blainey. I do appreciate your allowing me to use your ward."

"Of course, my dear. You're welcome anytime." The nurse's eyes remained on the file in front of her, but the corners of her mouth quirked into a small smile.

Clara was wrapped in a sweet-smelling hug that might have crushed the breath from her lungs had Anne's body not been so frail, and the brunette vanished amid a rush of green flames.

The smooth cherrywood box scraped across the desk before the wash of green light vanished from the room. Slightly larger than Clara's palm and charmed to only open at her or Nurse Blainey's touch, Clara could already picture the five small vials, each slightly larger than her pinky finger and swirling with the tell-tale indigo and cerulean of Dreamless Sleep Draught.

"The nightmares have still not improved; I take it?"

She didn't question how Nurse Blainey had known. Showing up to her office first thing in the morning, before classes had even begun, must have been enough of an indication. Clara shifted on her feet, clenched her fingernails against the indentations on the underside of her wrist, and locked them against her skin. With the distraction of Anne no longer present, restless desire crushed between her knuckles and ached to uncurl her bones and stretch them out to snatch the square of cherrywood from the mahogany.

The break over the summer holidays had done little to temper her desire for the little swirling vials, and now that shattered peonies dripped with chamomile had joined the images of her nightmares, she hated how much more she wanted it.

Rest.

Peace.

Escape.

Clenched tighter, Clara felt the little 'pop' and sting as the skin broke beneath her fingernails.

Pain.

Distraction.

Control.

"No, they haven't."

She didn't feel pity knit beneath the nurse's furrowed brow as much as flickers of concern that tugged at the corners of her lips and darted her gaze between Clara's face and the small box perched on her desk. "Very well, do you remember the directions?

She forced her eyes away from the cherrywood to where Nurse Blainey sat behind her desk and rattled off the list she'd been instructed to memorize and required to recite every month with each new box of the precious liquid: "Do not exceed more than five vials every thirty days. Do not exceed more than one vial every three days. Do not take while under the influence of alcohol or combine with substances containing valerian root, and I'm to tell you straight away if I have any abrupt headaches or changes in vision."

Nurse Blainey nodded slowly, brown eyes locked against Clara's blue with a curious intensity. "Excellent, Miss Elmore. I trust you remember and understand the risks, and you will follow those instructions?"

Death.

That was the risk she'd been warned of repeatedly. Or rather, a state of unconsciousness so complete it would be impossible to wake. Students weren't given vials to use at their own discretion, but as Professor Black had put it, Clara was the Hero of Hogwarts. Surely she could be trusted with something like this, and undeserving of the title or not, she'd be hard-pressed to reject one of the few things that had offered relief from the nightmares.

Clara nodded.

She wasn't surprised when the nurse stood and, with a flick of her wand, a series of colorful glowing orbs appeared around Clara's head. It was a simple vital systems charm- one Clara could have conjured herself. The brown that had been so focused against blue shifted to the hovering orbs. Holding her wand aloft, Nurse Blainey began using her other hand to manipulate the orbs with quick, precise motions. "I take it you are still interested in continuing to assist me this term?"

It was not a question, though the upward inflection in the woman's voice begged a response, and Clara nodded her agreement. Once again, focused on the cherrywood box and the sharp sting against her wrist.

The glowing orbs dissipated, and Nuse Blainey pushed the box toward Clara. "I'll speak with Professor Weasley and Professor Sharp to arrange it into your timetable, and we'll be in contact shortly. Otherwise, I'll expect you back in thirty days with any vials you may have remaining."

Impatience tied strings to eager fingertips and leapt them forward to curl around the cherrywood. Another nod and assurance that Clara would adhere to the terms of her prescription and the sound of her boots tapped across the cracks and out to the corridor.

Clara already knew she wouldn't have any of the vials left when she returned in thirty days.

She never did.

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pfffsfic · 4 months ago

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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 3: The Survivalist

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The red van's engines died down somewhere in the woods, half a mile or so from the outskirts of a little town that had barely acknowledged it passing through. A trail of flattened greenery laid in its wake. Thankfully it had avoided felling any trees- oh, wait, scratch that, it had felled one or two trees, but they were hardly big enough to count towards any sort of property destruction charge, the driver told himself. The day was still new. It couldn't have been any later than 7 in the morning when the doors opened up and Rob took a deep, nervous breath and took a look at 'home' for the first time.

"Wow," he said with equal parts awe and apprehension. "It's, I mean, it's flat!"

Indeed, the world in front of him had its objects sharply delineated by outlines, and the colors and textures were somehow more solid. It was not a new sight for Rob- even back home, many of the objects and most of the people had similar features- but, looking down at his own rendered body, he found himself uncomfortably out of his element nonetheless. Would the beings of this world be able to even comprehend that he looked different? Did everyone in the multiverse have the medium awareness he had grown with in a mixed-media society like Elmore? Were there even other beings here? There had to be. This was parallel Oregon. It had also been named by people, surely. There were no stories to be told in a universe of only trees. The shopkeeper also wouldn't knowingly leave him to rot in a world of danger, would he?

"A few warnings," said the shopkeeper from behind him, and he gulped. "One- this is a world of danger."

"How did you do that?" Rob glared at him.

"Do what?"

"Forget it. Danger, you said? What kind of danger are we talking, here, exactly?"

"Monsters, mostly, around here. Good luck."

The van door started to close, but Rob stuck his hand in out of desperation, eliciting a loud sigh from the shopkeeper.

"Hey, man! You can't just leave after giving me a vague warning like that!"

"On the contrary, vague warnings are part of my job description."

It was difficult to argue with that, but Rob still didn't pull his hand out. He realized that the door could perhaps close on his wrist and amputate his hand, but thought about maybe getting a cool hook afterwards- no! There's no way the guy would just do something like that! Rob had never done anything to him. Except steal and destroy his merchandise. And kill him that one time... but he digressed.

"Just tell me what kind of hellscape you've dropped me into."

"Hellscape? Your idea of a hellscape must be very strange if this is worse than where the gas station was."

"At least that place was up-front with its scariness. You're telling me I have to rough it in the woods with monsters stalking me? I'm-I'm just a kid!"

Rob considered himself a kid when it gave him sympathy points and an adult when it gave him responsibility points. Since nobody aged back home, it was basically the same thing- at least, that's what he told himself. The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.

"Had you been a food person, maybe I would have left you in a world of food people. Had you been a human, maybe I would have left you in a more mundane world. But you- you are a cyclops. A monster."

"Hey! Who are you calling a monster?"

"Well, you-"

"I know it's me! I'm saying I'm no monster. A freak, maybe, but, but, the thing is! Freaks are pitied. Monsters are feared."

"Don't you want to be feared, young man?"

Rob was about to snap back with a retort, but realized to a growing sense of discomfort that he didn't know the answer. Feared by his nemeses, maybe, or by the populace of the town that had abandoned him. Feared, though, by everyone, not because of his villainous ambition but because of who he was? Did he want that? Of course he didn't... or did he? How could he know whether he wanted it or not if he had never experienced anything close? Maybe it would be nice to have people run screaming from him. Maybe this was another potential means to an end. Maybe his dreams of being a supervillain could be salvaged, brought back even stronger, with this sudden change to his role in the world. He realized after a few moments that he was grinning.

"Good point," he said, something stirring inside of him. As a new sense of confidence wormed its way into his soul, he placed his hands on his hips and chuckled sinisterly to himself.

"Alright, well, I oughta head out and fetch some food. This is farewell. Don't worry, us Elmore folk are hard to kill."

"Hard to kill? Hold on, does that mean there are things here that are gonna try to- wait!"

The van was making a speedy U-turn before he knew it, and as it vanished from view, Rob was reduced to what he felt like on the inside- a 13-year-old boy lost in an unfamiliar, dangerous forest in an unfamiliar, dangerous world.

"It's okay," thought Rob, "I've faced worse."

"No I haven't," thought Rob's subconscious.

DAY 1: BEARINGS

If the boy had walked west he would have come across a building, and then another, and then another, and he would have felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized he was close to civilization from the start. He didn't walk west. He walked east, and therefore he had no such realization and felt no such relief. The forest grew thicker and the sunlight that reached him grew thinner.

He decided his best option for a first step was to check his vitals, something he only vaguely knew how to do. He checked his pulse- absent, as usual. That was good. He did a few breathing exercises. He confirmed that he had not been even more disfigured when the van left Elmore (No More?) for wherever the gas station was. His backpack contained exactly what he had left in it: a crowbar, a bear trap, and fifteen Elmore dollars, which he doubted were legal tender in this world. Did monsters even use money, or did they just duke it out for what they wanted? No way could be take a monster in a fight.

"You are a cyclops. A monster," came the voice of the shopkeeper in his head. Maybe if he was a 15-foot cannibal with big 'ol fangs he'd have a shot at winning a few battles for food, but right now all being a cyclops gave him was awful depth perception. Besides, he was never really sure if cyclops was the name of his species or just a descriptor for anybody with one eye and no other real defining characteristics. If he really was the same sort as those in Greek mythology, he didn't look it before, and he certainly didn't look it now.

There was a pillow-shaped rock in this clearing. It didn't feel like an actual pillow, but hey, at least it looked the part. The birdsong and a faint, cool breeze made disregarding the warning about monsters easy. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after a few moments of promising himself just a few moments more of rest, he did it anyways and, rather unfortunately for anyone looking in, dreamt of nothing at all.

DAY 2: NIGHT?

Was it the morning of the next day, or was it the night of the first day? Did it matter? The forest was dark and Rob could only see himself by the faint glow of the static on his arms and legs. Sleeping on a rock would have given him a headache had he not been used to sleeping on a concrete block in the junkyard. 'Another victory for me,' he thought, not dwelling too long on the nature of victory.

In Elmore, Rob had a network of people to steal money from and the familiarity he needed to avoid getting caught. Here he had none of that, and if there were stores here he had not yet seen any. It was so dark, he considered, that he could be walking through a food truck festival and he wouldn't even know it! He'd need to find a food source. Foraging sounded exciting. Getting food poisoning sounded not so exciting. Trapping prey sounded exciting. Setting up a trap also sounded exciting, except that he knew nothing about the sorts of animals that lived around here, their habits, or their weaknesses. And he had no supplies. And there was no guarantee that eating the animals here wouldn't also give him food poisoning! Darn it.

He set to work on a pit trap to give his hands something to do, using his crowbar as the world's least effective shovel. Pit traps were simple. Effective. Rather unoriginal. It wasn't as if a deer or whatever could really appreciate a creative capture method (or any subsequent quips), though, so it didn't matter. His heart yearned for more intelligent prey that he could monologue to. Not too intelligent, though. There was hardly anything to monologue about with a pit trap regardless.

He realized he needed to start thinking about his situation as a matter of survival rather than a simple pursuit.

He put his mind to it and forgot about having a nemesis, about making elaborate plans for the sake of elaborate plans, about the warning he had been given concerning monsters in the woods. That last one was unintentional. It wouldn't stay forgotten, though, as the ground shook with a tremor that made his bones buzz- and then another, even stronger, and then yet another! He dove behind a rock and clutched his head until the tremors trailed off and became tiny little vibrations in the dirt. When he squinted into the dust cloud that had formed in the wake of the quake, he saw a trail of giant footprints that he was perfectly happy not to follow.

The rest of his day was spent reconstituting the pit trap, which had been dwarfed by the giant footprint that now surrounded it.

DAY 3: FORAGING

Us Elmore folk are hard to kill. What had that meant? The close encounter of the previous day had made Rob feel very easy to kill, if he was being honest.

It could have been a meaningless platitude. Yes, that sounded plausible. He would choose to leave it at that and go back to worrying about more important things.

He made a point of going the opposite direction to the giant footprints and came across a small bush with what looked like blackberries after only a few minutes. It could have been a monster disguised as a blackberry bush, he thought, but decided that if so it was an ineffective method of evading the notice of predators. The blackberries were bitter and their thorns painful on the inside of his mouth, but life was pain, wasn't it? No pain, no gain. Rob just wished he could feel the 'gain' part of this and not just the 'pain' part. The human body could go without food for 2 weeks, according to a fact he had read on a gum wrapper long ago, so (assuming his body was close enough to human to count) he could just put off the issue of food until real hunger set in. That would leave him with nothing to do but explore, run around, accidentally provoke a monster and get his head munched off- no. No, he had to occupy himself some other way.

On the bright side, eating wild berries with his hands had made him feel intrepid- adventurous. Like a real survivalist. It gave him a tiny boost to the ol' self-esteem. When he returned to the pillow(-shaped rock) that night, that tiny boost let him ignore the distant roaring he heard and fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Oh, yes, and the exhaustion helped too.

DAY 4: LATE

He slung open his classroom door with so much force that the books in his other hand dropped to the floor, prompting him to reach down and scoop them up haphazardly. He couldn't seem to get them in order! The big test was today and he had five minutes to study! Moreover, Prom was tonight, and he was only going to be allowed to run for Prom Emperor if he passed this test. College- was this college?- whatever it was, it was hard.

The words seemed to lurch and tumble on the page. They evaded his gaze at every turn, no matter how many times he blinked and rubbed his eye. The clock's hands stopped ticking and started sliding smoothly forward, which meant time was moving faster because of his anxiety. He finally managed to get through the first paragraph, a vaguely-written blur about which part of your throat a proper evil laugh should come from. This was easy! Just as he was about to move on, the bell- a giant bell, mounted on the ceiling- rang, and there was a yellow glow from something behind him, something that he never got to turn around and look at because of the sudden loud whistling noise that stirred him from his slumber and forced his eye open.

DAY 4: FOR REAL THIS TIME

There was a tiny, chihuahua-esque creature in front of him with a snout that resembled the spout of a teapot and a tail that curved into its body, resembling a handle.

"Oh," Rob said, reaching out with one hand, still half-asleep. "C'mere, little guy."

The thing shook violently and opened its mouth, letting out a sizzling hot jet of steam and the same shrill whistling noise that had woken him up previously. This time he was really awake, and it was a rude awakening, too!

"C'mere," he said forcefully, wondering whether the thing's resemblance to a kettle meant its meat had an aromatic taste. Before he could lunge forward and find out, it scuttled into the bushes, narrowly avoiding his leaf-covered pit trap, and the sound of intermittent whistling got further and further away. It was good to know this place's monsters came in sizes other than 'extra extra extra large'.

The rest of the day was spent building more traps. With the craft of crowbar digging down pat, he managed to set up two and a half before nightfall, and he put out the bear trap with some berries in it for good measure.

DAY 5: MUSHROOMS

The way he saw it, wild mushrooms had three types: one would do nothing to you, one would kill you, and one would make you hallucinate. Maybe some of them would do both of those last two. Survival experts could probably identify which ones did which on sight. Rob was not a survival expert.

He thought it reasonable that, by eating a tiny little piece of each mushroom variety he came across, he could determine which ones did what and also avoid death by poisoning. It was research, so it couldn't be crazy! Oh, who was he kidding? There was no guarantee he'd have a future in store for him here if he survived, so it didn't matter. Plus there was the warning about Elmore folk being hard to kill... he ripped off little chunks from some itty-bitty white ones, some yellowish frilly ones on a tree, some faintly-glowing pink ones on a log. He almost took a chunk off of a red and white one, but as soon as he reached for it, the red spots blinked and it burrowed into the ground like a drill to avoid his grasp. He wasn't sure going after it was worth the effort.

On what he thought was the way back to his camp, he stumbled across a small, rocky hill where a tiny cascading waterfall spilled over a little cave and flowed back into what looked like a tiny underground lake. The water tasted like stone and dirt, but it was drinkable. Then again, any liquid could be drinkable... once. He sat by the dinky waterfall and popped the white mushroom piece into his mouth. Bland and earthy. Now to wait and either puke or hallucinate- or both, or (Rob was crossing his fingers and hoping for this one) neither. Sure enough, hours passed with no incident, and so Rob, with crossed fingers once again, ate the yellowish piece.

Five minutes later, he shivered in the fetal position on the ground, head spinning, lost in a shifting world of amorphous colors, skin clammy, guts practically on fire. "Never again," he mumbled to himself, managing to toss the pink mushroom piece into the lake before collapsing on the ground and passing out.

DAY 6: HEADACHE

He couldn't have been sure the yellowish mushroom caused that reaction. Maybe it was a delayed effect from the white one! There wasn't a single fungus in this forest that he knew to be safe, and, still seeing the vestiges of swirling nightmares at the edges of his vision, it was a miracle he made it back to camp the next day without falling into one of his own still-empty traps. Maybe he had made that mistake too many times in the past to ever make it again. That sort of cocky thinking would put egg on his face if he ended up falling into one in the coming days, though, so he didn't let it make him confident.

Sitting on his rock with his head in his hands, Rob found his gaze drifting and landing upon a rabbit that had wandered to the edge of his clearing. A rabbit with horns... wait, was that part of the hallucination? No! It did have horns! It was a rabbit, but easier to grab! He made eye contact with its left eye and it inched closer. Suddenly, a familiar red mushroom burst from the ground behind it and it spooked, darting forward and- to Rob's amazement- into one of his pit traps! Mushrooms could be helpful after all!

The red and white one made a hissing sound, darted to the edge of the pit on tiny legs- was this even a mushroom?- and then, not wanting to risk the fall, walked away. As he put together a fire pit, Rob wondered what jackalope would taste like. Rabbit? Venison? Both?

DAY 7: BOTH

The coals were still warm, and Rob was feeling both fuller than he had in days and a little guiltier than he had in days.

He made his way to the waterfall to wash off a layer of dirt he noticed accumulating on him. On the bottom of the water, the chunk of pink mushroom had apparently regenerated and spawned about two dozen identical mushrooms. He drank from the waterfall instead of the pond this time.

Sometimes, cool guys on TV would sit under waterfalls and meditate. He wasn't sure what that did, but it was so common that it seemed to him it had to do something. He tried for about half an hour to get comfortable and found he was unable to, but maybe finding inner peace through the discomfort was the whole idea? Those waterfalls on TV, come to think of it, were always the super heavy rushing types, whereas this one was more like a trickle. Tomorrow he would return and sit by the waterfall and wait under it for something to fall into one of the traps. For now, he laid on the ground and let the sun dry him off.

DAY 8: INTERRUPTION

"I'm at peace with the universe. I am at peace with the universe," he repeated to himself, starting to feel a bit silly. Was this even what he was supposed to do while meditating?

The cave behind the waterfall was tiny, and nothing was in there, as he had discovered earlier while looking around. Just a pile of muddy boulders dislodged from the cave wall in some tremor at a much earlier point in time.

"I am at p-p-p-"

A freezing cold, solid, purposeful hand clamped down on his shoulder from the darkness and a shadow fell in front of him. His eye shot open. He got up, wrenched himself free, let out a blood-curdling scream, and ran... east.

#gravity falls #tawog rob #rob tawog #the amazing world of gumball #tawog #postfallfallsfalsestarts #postfALLOFIT

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bejeweled-wahlberg · 1 month ago

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KOTNB BIOS (Redo)

This is just for AU(Alternative Universe) Purposes none of these things are canon they are just for AU purposes

•-Deceased

•-Divorced

Sunny Starscout

Birth name: Sunny Bailey Starscout

DOB: November 29th 2009

Daughter of: Logan Henderson and Crystal Henderson-Wells

Birthplace: Maretime Bay Equestria

Current: Human Realm/Seabrook

Superhero Name: Zaptressa

Siblings: London Henderson-Wells,A-Lexa Henderson-Wells

Powers: Lighting and Flying

Phineas Flynn

Full Name: Phineas Rashleigh Flynn Knight-Rodriguez (Changed it To Phineas Rashleigh Flynn by his dad)

DOB: May 11th 2009

Son Of: Jonathan Knight and Harley Rodriguez

Surrogated by: Zellie Summers (Deceased since December 2009)

Birthplace: Seabrook Massachusetts

Current: Seabrook Massachusetts

Superhero Name: Red Knight

Siblings: Ferb Fletcher(Half Brother) Marissa Kratt, Candace Flynn(Twin)

Powers: Water and Ice

Henry Hart

Full Name: Royal Michael Joseph Jackson (Changed to Henry prudence Hart By Donnie)

DOB: August 17th 2009

Son Of: Donnie Wahlberg and Delilah Mercury(Smith) Birth Parents: Michael Jackson (Deceased since June 25th 2009) and Sunset Shimmer (Deceased since august 19th 2009)

Birthplace: Seabrook Massachusetts

Current: Seabrook Massachusetts

Superhero Name: Kid Danger

Siblings: Summer Jackson, Michaela Jackson, Molly-Ruth Wahlberg, Justin Timberlake(As his little brother cause it’s Henry hart Logic)

Powers: Fire,Telekinesis and Turns into Spikegan when he sees a threat

Ferb Fletcher

Full Name: Ferb Mark Sloan Fletcher

DOB: November 24th 2009

Son Of: Lawrence Fletcher (Now Deceased) and Zellie Summers (Deceased since December 2009)

Adoptive son of: Jonathan Knight and Harley Rodriguez

Birthplace: Seabrook Massachusetts

Current: Seabrook Massachusetts

Superhero Name: Tech Chaos

Siblings: Phineas Flynn(Half Brother) Marissa Kratt, Candace Flynn

Powers: Nature and Metal powers

Trin Mcintyre

Full Name: Elizabeth Trinity Mcintyre

DOB: August 17th 2008

Daughter of: Laurie Mcintyre And Danny Wood (Divorced for now 16 years)

Step-Daughter of: JC Chasez (Married Laurie on June 25th 2009)

Birthplace: Boston Massachusetts

Current: Seabrook Massachusetts

Superhero Name: Malachite

Siblings: Red Wonderland (Half Sister) Grace Mcintyre (Half Sister) Buford Van Stomm(Half Brother)

Powers: Magic (Genetic from Laurie) And See Peoples Thoughts

Darwin Watterson

Full Name: Darwin Raglan Caspian Ahab Poseidon Nicodemus Watterson III

DOB: January 31st 2010

Son Of: Nicole Watterson and Richard Watterson

Birthplace: Elmore California

Current: Seabrook Massachusetts

Superhero Name: Fish Boy

Siblings: Gumball Watterson (Adoptive Brother) Anais Watterson (Adoptive Brother)

Powers: Breathe UnderWater and can communicate with animals

#trins shitposts #wild kratts #kotnb #henry hart #ferb fletcher #phineas flynn #sunny starscout human #trin mcintyre #Darwin Watterson Human #character bios

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sporadiceagleheart · 4 months ago

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4th of July edit and tribute to angels and missing kids Sirita Jimmina “BooBoo” Sotelo, Emma Ochsner, Saffie-Rose Brenda Roussos, Lily Peters, Lucy Morgan, Star Hobson, Olivia Pratt Korbel, Elizabeth Shelley, Sara Sharif, Charlotte Figi, Jersey Dianne Bridgeman, Sidra Hassouna, Sloan Mattingly, Audrii Cunningham, Ava Jordan Wood, Skylar Annette Neese, Lily Rose Diaz, Riley Faith Steep, Angela Bugay, Madeleine McCann, Inga Gehricke, Summer Wells, Haleigh Cummings, Morgan Nick, Shirley Temple, Judy Garland, Judith Barsi, Heather O'Rourke, Caroline Previdi and Catherine Violet Hubbard, Louis XVII, Emily Grace Jones, Makenna Lee Elrod, Eliahna Torres, Maite Rodriguez, Jackie Cazares, Layla Salazar, JonBenèt Ramsey, Destiny Riekeberg, Johnny Cash, John Denver, Michael Jackson, Alan Rickman, Gene Wilder, Jack Albertson, Toby Keith, Bing Crosby, Abraham Lincoln, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Dr. Seuss, Andre the Giant, Terry Funk, Bray Wyatt, Tristyn Bailey, Andy Griffith, Don Knotts, Lee Williams, Matthew Perry, Michael Gambon, Avicii, Young Dolph, Colonel Sanders, Fred Rogers, Christopher Plummer, Ed Asner, Ana Ofelia Murguía, Paul Newman, Madge Sinclair, Robert Guillaume, Emily Grace Navarra, Lois Janes, Rose Pizem, Gracie Perry Watson, Eybymia "Effie " Babanatsou, Lily, Katelyn Nicole Davis, God told Noah it's gonna rain, Ark, Serenity Gail Elmore, Ava Cole Nichols, Emilie Alice Parker, Bella Bond, Kaylee Jade Gonsalves and Madison and Rachel Joy Scott, Barney and friends, SpongeBob SquarePants, PAW Patrol, Annie, Uncle Sam, Lord Jesus Christ, Thomas Jefferson, Assassin's creed Brotherhood, come on sunshine let these wonderful fireworks down here happen today this is for all of the missing kids and angels in heaven right now get down here lord Let us Let you know what God told Noah it's gonna rain come on angels come on saffie rose has a birthday party up in heaven now she's happy with all of the support Aubreigh Wyatt case was sad about the court but this here is for saffie rose Roussos Y'all like that? Come on let's hear it for saffie rose now I got another edit after this one more time

#lilianasedits

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thatsummersguy · 2 years ago

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Long post!

Thought I’d do a little walkthrough of my process on this Knight of Swords for the 78Tarot Magical Deck project. (I actually saved process steps for once!) This was a super-fun gig, and I was thrilled to be a part of it with so many artists I respect and admire, including more than a few of my art heroes (Matt Stawicki! Iris Compiet! Larry Elmore! I mean...c’mon.)

The brief called for “an Angelic type warrior figure in movement (movement is a bit up to artist interpretation – play with it). A little bird-like wouldn't be bad, to capture some that air symbolism. (A sword must be shown somewhere).”

First up were the thumbnails. The two ADs, Chris and Delphine Malidore, decided to go with bottom left, feeling that it best matched the description and vibe they were shooting for. Then we discussed a few options for setting, and I revised to a more fitting look.

From there, I put together some references, using Google photos for hairstyles and a 3D model for the basic pose.

I decided I wanted to lean into the whole “magical/fantasy” thing a little more, so I changed the outfit around a bit, going for more of an adventuring knight look. Chris then gave me some good feedback about making the pose a little more active and dynamic, so I raised the shoulder and adjusted the flow of the cloth.

This was the first color block-in. I had a lot of fun painting those woods in the background, but didn’t feel like it was hitting the “air” theme specified in the brief. So I reworked the bg to a more dramatic sky, which the ADs enthusiastically approved.

From there it was just a matter of render render render. You can see that I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with the foliage in the front, as it changed pretty often from blurry to focused :P

From my research, I noticed a lot of Knight of Swords cards have some butterfly symbolism, so I used that—along with the moon, cloud tattoos/decorations, and the eagle on the pauldron—to try and push the air theme, with a hint of an Eastern vibe. Maybe a bit heavy-handed, but it worked out.

The knight wound up looking a little more feminine than I’d originally intended, but I’m really happy with how the face—and the overall card—came out. It’s by far one of my favorite pieces of the last five years or so.

I wound up being the first one in the project to finish their art—I think about a week, maybe 10 days, after the assignments arrived?—and that led to a second card assignment when another artist had to drop out. I’ll post that one another day :D I was also thrilled to be invited back to the current 78Tarot project, a Halloween-themed deck. I’m not quite as speedy on that one thus far, but I can’t wait to get going on my 2nd card for it!

Thanks for reading, and I hope this brought some measure of insight.

—Eric

#digital art #my art #tarot #78 tarot #card art #art process #knight of swords #fantasy art #i hope i'm tagging this right my old ass has no idea what i'm doing #giggity

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dailypsyren · 5 months ago

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#psyren #yoshina ageha #amamiya sakurako #tenjuin van #psyren drifters #elmore wood

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himetsuri · 1 year ago

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another call 1 Birth of the Crimson Lotus cover

#psyren #amagi miroku #amamiya sakurako #elmore wood #hyoudou kagetora #there's no hq image of this online so ive taken things into my own hands #even though my scanner is terrible

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rich4a1 · 1 month ago

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Turn it up with Gerry Casey Show 267

Making a Scene Presents Turn it up with Gerry Casey’s Show #266 with his guest Sky Wood of The Blues Chapter Black Sabbath Paranoid The New Roses Attracted To Danger The Jailbirds Take Me Away Johnny Mastro & Mamas Boys Elmore James For President Errol Linton Shake Em On Down The Revolutionaires Honey Hush Clara Rose Nobody’s Girl Johnny Gallagher Scars & Stitches Ronan…

#americana #blues #blues rock #indie Blues #making a Scene #Rock #roots #roots rock

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goalhofer · 3 months ago

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2024 olympics Canada roster

Archery

Eric Peters (Kitchener, Ontario)

Virginie Chénier (Montreal, Quebec)

Athletics

Eliezer Adjibi (Ottawa, Ontario)

Duan Asemota (Ajax, Ontario)

Aaron Brown (Toronto, Ontario)

Andre De Grasse (Markham, Ontario)

Brendon Rodney (Brampton, Ontario)

Christopher Morales (York, Ontario)

Marco Arop (Edmonton, Alberta)

Kieran Lumb (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Charles Philibert-Thiboutot (Quebec, Quebec)

Mohammed Ahmed (St. Catherines, Ontario)

Ben Flanagan (Kitchener, Ontario)

Thomas Fafard (Repentigny, Quebec)

Craig Thorne (Quispamsis, New Brunswick)

Jean-Simon Desgagnés (Quebec, Quebec)

Jerome Blake (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Cameron Levins (Courtenay, British Columbia)

Rory Linkletter (Flagstaff, Arizona)

Evan Dunfee (Richmond, British Columbia)

Rowan Hamilton (Chilliwack, British Columbia)

Ethan Katzberg (Kamloops, British Columbia)

Adam Keenan (Victoria, British Columbia)

Damian Warner (London, Ontario)

Marie-Éloïse Leclair (Montreal, Quebec)

Sade McCreath-Tardiel (Toronto, Ontario)

Jasneet Nijjar (Surrey, British Columbia)

Audrey Leduc (Gatineau, Quebec)

Jacqueline Madogo (Ottawa, Ontario)

Lauren Gale (Ottawa, Ontario)

Zoe Sherar (Toronto, Ontario)

Jazz Shukla (Toronto, Ontario)

Kate Current (Cobourg, Ontario)

Simone Plourde (Montreal, Quebec)

Lucia Stafford (Toronto, Ontario)

Briana Scott (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Regan Yee (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Mariam Abdul-Rashid (Oshawa, Ontario)

Michelle Harrison (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

Savannah Sutherland (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

Ceili McCabe (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Malindi Elmore (Kelowna, British Columbia)

Crystal Emmanuel-Ahye (Toronto, Ontario)

Kyra Constantine (Brampton, Ontario)

Aiyanna Stiverne (Laval, Quebec)

Olivia Lundman (Nanaimo, British Columbia)

Camryn Rogers (Richmond, British Columbia)

Anicka Newell (Albuquerque, New Mexico)

Alysha Newman (London, Ontario)

Sarah Mitton (Queens Municipality, Nova Scotia)

Badminton

Brian Yang (Richmond Hill, Ontario)

Adam Dong (Burlington, Ontario)

Nyl Yakura (Toronto, Ontario)

Michelle Li (Markham, Ontario)

Basketball

Luguentz Dort (Montreal, Quebec)

Nickeil Alexander-Walker (Vaughan, Ontario)

Shai Gilgeous-Alexander (Hamilton, Ontario)

Melvin Ejim (Rocky View County, Alberta)

Jamal Murray (Orangeville, Ontario)

Dwight Powell (Toronto, Ontario)

Trey Lyles (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

R.A. Barrett; Jr. (Mississauga, Ontario)

Kelly Olynyk (Kamloops, British Columbia)

Andrew Nembhard (Vaughan, Ontario)

Dillon Brooks (Mississauga, Ontario)

Khem Birch (Russell Township, Ontario)

Shay Colley (Brampton, Ontario)

Samantha Hill (Toronto, Ontario)

Kia Nurse (Hamilton, Ontario)

Bridget Carleton (Chatham-Kent, Ontario)

Cassandre Prosper (Ottawa, Ontario)

Yvonne Ejim (Rocky View County, Alberta)

Natalie Achonwa (Guelph, Ontario)

Syla Swords (Sudbury, Ontario)

Kayla Alexander (Milton, Ontario)

Laeticia Amihere (Mississauga, Ontario)

Nirra Fields (Montreal, Quebec)

Aaliyah Edwards (Kingston, Ontario)

Kacie Bosch (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Paige Crozon (Humboldt, Saskatchewan)

Katherine Plouffe (Edmonton, Alberta)

Michelle Plouffe (Edmonton, Alberta)

Boxing

Wyatt Sanford (Montreal, Quebec)

Tammara Thibeault (Saint-Georges, Quebec)

Breakdancing

Phil Kim (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Canoeing

Alex Baldoni (Pau, France)

Connor Fitzpatrick (Dartmouth, Nova Scotia)

Laurent Lavigne (Trois-Rivières, Quebec)

Nicholas Matveev (Toronto, Ontario)

Simon McTavish (Sydney, Australia)

Pierre-Luc Poulin (Quebec, Quebec)

Lois Betteridge (Ottawa, Ontario)

Sophia Jensen (Chelsea, Quebec)

Sloan MacKenzie (Halifax, Nova Scotia)

Katie Vincent (Mississauga, Ontario)

Michelle Russell (Halifax Municipality, Nova Scotia)

Toshka Besharah-Hrebacka (Ottawa, Ontario)

Natalie Davison (Ottawa, Ontario)

Riley Melanson (Dartmouth, Nova Scotia)

Courtney Stott (Pickering, Ontario)

Cycling

Derek Gee (Ottawa, Ontario)

Michael Woods (Toronto, Ontario)

Tyler Rorke (Wilmot Township, Ontario)

Nick Wammes (Chatham-Kent, Ontario)

James Hedgcock (Hamilton, Ontario)

Dylan Bibic (Mississauga, Ontario)

Michael Foley (Milton, Ontario)

Mathis Guillemette (Trois-Rivières, Quebec)

Carson Mattern (Hamilton, Ontario)

Gunnar Holmgren (Oro-Medonte Township, Ontario)

Jeffrey Whaley (L'Assomption, Quebec)

Olivia Baril (Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec)

Alison Jackson (Vermilion, Alberta)

Lauriane Genest (Montreal, Quebec)

Kelsey Mitchell (Strathcona County, Alberta)

Sarah Orban (Calgary, Alberta)

Erin Attwell (Victoria, British Columbia)

Ariane Bonhomme (Gatineau, Quebec)

Maggie Coles-Lyster (Maple Ridge, British Columbia)

Sarah Van Dam (Victoria, British Columbia)

Isabella Holmgren (Oro-Medonte Township, Ontario)

Molly Simpson (Red Deer, Alberta)

Diving

Rylan Wiens (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

Nathan Zsombor-Murray (Pointe-Claire, Quebec)

Margo Erlam (Calgary, Alberta)

Caeli McKay (Montreal, Quebec)

Kate Miller (Ottawa, Ontario)

Equestrian

Chris Van Martels (Chatham-Kent, Ontario)

Karl Slezak (Tottenham, Ontario)

Mike Winter (Montreal, Quebec)

Mario Deslauriers (Venise-En-Quebec, Quebec)

Camille Carier-Bergeron (Laval, Quebec)

Naïma Laliberté-Moreira (Montreal, Quebec)

Jessica Phoenix (Uxbridge Township, Ontario)

Erynn Ballard (Caledon, Ontario)

Amy Millar (Perth, Ontario)

Fencing

Nicholas Zhang (Richmond, British Columbia)

Blake Broszus (San José, California)

Daniel Gu (Edmonton, Alberta)

Maximilien Van Haaster (Montreal, Quebec)

Fares Arfa (Laval, Quebec)

François Cauchon (Montreal, Quebec)

Shaul Gordon (Richmond, British Columbia)

Ruien Xiao (Markham, Ontario)

Jessica Guo (Toronto, Ontario)

Eleanor Harvey (Hamilton, Ontario)

Yunjia Zhang (Toronto, Ontario)

Pamela Brind'Amour (Sainte-Martine, Quebec)

Golf

Corey Connors (Jupiter, Florida)

Nick Taylor (Abbotsford, British Columbia)

Brooke Henderson (Naples, Florida)

Alena Sharp (Phoenix, Arizona)

Gymnastics

Zachary Clay (Chilliwack, British Columbia)

René Cournoyer (Repentigny, Quebec)

Félix Dolci (Saint-Eustache, Quebec)

William Émard (Laval, Quebec)

Samuel Zakutney (Montreal, Quebec)

Elsabeth Black (Halifax, Nova Scotia)

Shallon Olsen (Tuscaloosa, Alabama)

Cassie Lee (Toronto, Ontario)

Ava Stewart (Bowmanville, Ontario)

Aurélie Tran (Repentigny, Quebec)

Sophiane Méthot (Varennes, Quebec)

Judo

Arthur Margelidon (Montreal, Quebec)

François Gauthier-Drapeau (Alma, Quebec)

Shady Elnahas (Toronto, Ontario)

Ana Portuondo (La Prairie, Quebec)

Kelly Deguchi (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Christina Deguchi (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Catherine Beauchemin-Pinard (Saint-Hubert, Quebec)

Rowing

Jennifer Casson (Victoria, British Columbia)

Jill Moffatt (Victoria, British Columbia)

Abby Dent (Kenora, Ontario)

Caileigh Filmer (Saanich, British Columbia)

Kasia Gruchalla-Wesierski (Calgary, Alberta)

Maya Meschkuleit (Mississauga, Ontario)

Sydney Paine (Toronto, Ontario)

Jessica Sevick (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Kristina Walker (Frontenac Islands Township, Ontario)

Avalon Wasteneys (Victoria, British Columbia)

Kristen Kit (St. Catherines, Ontario)

Rugby

Caroline Crossley (New Westminster, British Columbia)

Olivia Apps (Victoria, British Columbia)

Alysha Corrigan (Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island)

Asia Hogan-Rochester (Toronto, Ontario)

Chloe Daniels (Langford, British Columbia)

Charity Williams (Victoria, British Columbia)

Florence Symonds (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Carissa Norsten (Waldheim, Saskatchewan)

Krissy Scurfield (Canmore, Alberta)

Fancy Bermudez (Edmonton, Alberta)

Piper Logan (Calgary, Alberta)

Keyara Wardley (Victoria, British Columbia)

Sailing

Justin Barnes (Pickering, Ontario)

Will Jones (Hamilton, Ontario)

Sarah Douglas (Toronto, Ontario)

Emily Bugeja (North Vancouver, British Columbia)

Antonia Lewin-LaFrance (Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia)

Georgia Lewin-LaFrance (Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia)

Shooting

Tye Ikeda (Calgary, Alberta)

Michele Esercitato (Calgary, Alberta)

Shannon Westlake (Georgina, Ontario)

Skateboarding

Cordano Russell (Carlsbad, California)

Matt Berger (Huntington Beach, California)

Ryan Decenzo (Delta, British Columbia)

Fay De Fazio-Ebert (Toronto, Ontario)

Soccer

Kailen Sheridan (Whitby, Ontario)

Gabrielle Carle (Lévis, Quebec)

Kadeisha Buchanan (Brampton, Ontario)

Evelyne Viens (L'Ancienne-Lorette, Quebec)

Rebecca Quinn (Toronto, Ontario)

Cloé Lacasse (Sudbury, Ontario)

Julia Grosso (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Jayde Riviere (Markham, Ontario)

Jordyn Huitema (Chilliwack, British Columbia)

Ashley Lawrence (Toronto, Ontario)

Adriana Leon (King Township, Ontario)

Jade Rose (Markham, Ontario)

Simi Awujo (Atlanta, Georgia)

Vanessa Gilles (Châteauguay, Quebec)

Nichelle Prince (Ajax, Ontario)

Janine Beckie (Douglas County, Colorado)

Jessie Fleming (London, Ontario)

Sabrina D'Angelo (Welland, Ontario)

Shelina Zadorsky (London, Ontario)

Surfing

Sanoa Dempfle-Olin (Tofino, British Columbia)

Swimming

Josh Liendo-Edwards (Toronto, Ontario)

Yuri Kisil (Calgary, Alberta)

Javier Acevedo (Toronto, Ontario)

Blake Tierney (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

Ilya Kharun (Las Vegas, Nevada)

Finlay Knox (Okotoks, Alberta)

Tristan Jankovics (Puslinch Township, Ontario)

Alex Axon (Newmarket, Ontario)

Jeremy Bagshaw (Victoria, British Columbia)

Patrick Hussey (Beaconsfield, Quebec)

Lorne Wigginton (Calgary, Alberta)

Apollo Hess (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Audrey Lamothe (Montreal, Quebec)

Jacqueline Simoneau (Saint-Laurent, Quebec)

Scarlett Finn (Toronto, Ontario)

Joannie Newman (Grande Prairie, Alberta)

Raphaelle Plante (Quebec City, Quebec)

Kenzie Priddell (Regina, Saskatchewan)

Claire Scheffel (Brantford, Ontario)

Florence Tremblay (Rimouski, Quebec)

Taylor Ruck (Scottsdale, Arizona)

Maggie MacNeil (London, Ontario)

Mary-Sophie Harvey (Trois-Rivières, Quebec)

Summer McIntosh (Toronto, Ontario)

Kylie Masse (Windsor, Ontario)

Ingrid Wilm (Calgary, Alberta)

Regan Rathwell (Ottawa, Ontario)

Sophie Angus (Toronto, Ontario)

Sydney Pickrem (Dunedin, Florida)

Kelsey Wog (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Rebecca Smith (Red Deer, Alberta)

Ella Jansen (Burlington, Ontario)

Penny Oleksiak (Toronto, Ontario)

Brooklyn Douthwright (Riverview, New Brunswick)

Julie Brousseau (Ottawa, Ontario)

Emma O'Croinin (Edmonton, Alberta)

Emma Finlin (Edmonton, Alberta)

Table tennis

Edward Ly (Lachine, Quebec)

Eugene Wang (Aurora, Ontario)

Jeremy Hazin (Richmond Hill, Ontario)

Mo Zhang (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Taekwondo

Josipa Kafadar (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Skylar Park (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Tennis

Félix Auger-Aliassime (Monte Carlo, Monaco)

Miloš Raonić (Monte Carlo, Monaco)

Bianca Andreescu (Vaughan, Ontario)

Leylah Fernandez (Boynton Beach, Florida)

Gaby Dabrowski (Ottawa, Ontario)

Triathlon

Tyler Mislawchuk (Macdonald Municipality, Manitoba)

Claude Paquet (Port-Cartier, Quebec)

Emy Legault (Montreal, Quebec)

Volleyball

Daniel Dearing (Toronto, Ontario)

Sammy Schachter (Richmond Hill, Ontario)

Luke Herr (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Nick Hoag (Sherbrooke, Quebec)

Brodie Hofer (Langley, British Columbia)

Danny Demyanenko (Toronto, Ontario)

Stephen Maar (Aurora, Ontario)

Brett Walsh (Calgary, Alberta)

Xander Ketrzynski (Toronto, Ontario)

Lucas Van Berkel (Edmonton, Alberta)

Arthur Szwarc (Toronto, Ontario)

Justin Lui (Pickering, Ontario)

Fynn McCarthy (Lake Country Municipality, British Columbia)

Eric Loeppky (Steinbach, Manitoba)

Melissa Humaña-Paredes (Toronto, Ontario)

Brandie Wilkerson (Toronto, Ontario)

Heather Bansley (Toronto, Ontario)

Sophie Bukovec (Toronto, Ontario)

Water polo

Jessica Gaudreault (Ottawa, Ontario)

Rae Lekness (Calgary, Alberta)

Axelle Crevier (Montreal, Quebec)

Emma Wright (Whitby, Ontario)

Marilia Mimides (Toronto, Ontario)

Blaire McDowell (Fernie, British Columbia)

Verica Bakoc (Toronto, Ontario)

Elyse Lemay-Lavoie (Montreal, Quebec)

Hayley McKelvey (Delta, British Columbia)

Serena Browne (Montreal, Quebec)

Kindred Paul (Spruce Grove, Alberta)

Shae La Roche (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Clara Vulpisi (Montreal, Quebec)

Weightlifting

Boady Santavy (Sarnia, Ontario)

Maude Charron (Rimouski, Quebec)

Wrestling

Alex Moore (Montreal, Quebec)

Amar Dhesi (Surrey, British Columbia)

Hannah Taylor (Cornwall, Prince Edward Island)

Ana Godinez (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Linda Morais (Tecumseh, Ontario)

Justina Di Stasio (Coquitlam, British Columbia)

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